HP Dawn Night

It's not that I doubt Pansy's courage and ability, it's just that my impression of Greengrass has fallen to a certain level.So, as soon as breakfast was over the next day, I hurried after my father.

"Potter has been covering his scar?"

My father brought me into his office, and after I sat at the desk and finished telling the story to a whole shelf of bottles and jars, my father frowned and asked.

"That's right." I nodded, "Also, Daphne Greengrass seems to have overheard our conversation in the lounge last night."

"Us?" Greenglass wasn't the first thing my father pursued, which made my scalp tingle.But after all, my father's question was over there, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer:

"Me, Draco, Pansy, Blaise."

Father snorted unhappily: "I think, as a Slytherin, you should know how important it is to be cautious."

"I'm sorry, but it was getting late by then, so..."

"So you ignorant little trolls have a tea party in the lounge in the dead of night? It's no wonder you were overheard—the quieter you are, the easier it is to hear. I assume you understand this." Father said softly Said.I kind of understood why Potter was always so nervous when facing his father.

"Okay, but that's not the point." I was a little anxious why my father didn't seem to take it too seriously, "What is that thing in the Forbidden Forest? Is it related to the mysterious man?"

My father gave me a stern look from his dark eyes, but I went on desperately. "The scar! That's the biggest difference between Potter and us, and his only connection to the Dark Lord!"

"Is this the conjecture of a group of children? Violet, I hoped that you could keep a cool head. After all, useless speculation and excessive curiosity often bring fatal danger." Father said coldly, I sat on the chair On, very embarrassing:

"I'm sorry, I just... I don't know if Hogwarts is still safe. Although Pansy and they all say I'm the best here because... because you are my father." I stammered and explained , and almost said those words about bloodlines, but luckily took it back.

I don't know what my father thinks of his Muggle heritage, but in the Slytherin tradition, children of mixed blood are often the targets of bullying.

In Slytherin, Muggle blood is almost a stigma.Students of mixed race are always the first choice to be excluded and bullied - although there are few obvious feuds within Slytherin.But private friction and public indifference are inevitable.

What about my father's Hogwarts years?

After listening to what I said, my father didn't speak for a while. When I started to feel uneasy and said something wrong, my father spoke quickly:

"You are safe here, at least as my daughter, I can make sure you will not come to any harm. As for that thing in the Forbidden Forest, don't think too much about it. There are many mysteries about the Savior, but that has nothing to do with you." relation."

I looked at him in surprise, and my father paused, then added a little uncomfortably: "Anyway, all you have to do right now is prepare for the final exam, and then go home and enjoy the summer vacation."

"Perfectly safe? Is that what you mean?"

"Of course." Father replied in a rather mild tone.

After getting my father's promise, I felt a lot more at ease.

"What about my friends, won't they be threatened too?" I pressed again.

"I believe that Lucius, as one of the trustees of the school, will keep his precious son in an absolutely safe environment. Miss Parkinson's parents know several Ministry of Magic staff well. And Mr. Zabini, I have full confidence in him His composure was enough to keep him out of the center of the hurricane."

There was some sarcasm in my father's mention of Uncle Lucius.I know he never appreciated the over-indulgence of the Malfoys on Draco - even though he himself was Draco's godfather.As a matter of fact, Draco also mentioned that his godfather had strict requirements on him, which made him afraid of tutoring during the holidays.

I can't help being a little curious, father or mother, who is more loving?

This question is too difficult to answer!

I don't know how I got through those final exams.

Before the exam, we flipped through the notes frantically, and almost forgot what happened in the Forbidden Forest.

The weather was very stuffy, especially in the large classroom where we took the exam.Everyone wrote the paper seriously, and the quill pen scratched the parchment to make a pleasant rustling sound.I couldn't help but look up at the bright sun outside the window, craving an ice cream cone.

There is also a practical exam.Professor Flitwick told us to go into the room one by one to see if we could get a pineapple to tap dance across a desk.Professor McGonagall watched as we turned a mouse into a snuff box - the more elegant the box, the higher the score.During the Potions exam, my father asked us to make a potion of forgetting. He walked around the classroom, watching our procedures closely. When he stood behind us, he could almost feel his breath. Gryffindor They are often very nervous at this time.

The last one was History of Magic. When Professor Binns announced that the parchment was put away, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's not too difficult, is it?" Pansy said as we followed the crowd out onto the sunny meadow.

"I think my grades should be good." We walked slowly to the lake and sat under the shade of the trees.

"I think my other subjects are fine. It's just the potion. I almost forgot the mixing process. I don't know if Professor Snape will deduct my points." Pansy complained, but then became happy again, " But Professor Flitwick said my pineapple was the happiest jumping—"

"—Come on, ladies. I don't want to go through the exam again." Blaise stretched out on the grass.Pansy rolled her eyes:

"Oh, Blaise, don't you think it's important to get good grades?"

"But you're about to become a Ravenclaw, miss." Brace said cheerfully, narrowing his eyes.I looked across:

"Look, what are they playing with?"

"It's a giant squid, silly Vio," said Draco lazily.

Then an owl flapped its wings across the blue sky and flew towards the school tower.

"If only I could do this every day, no need to study, no exams." Pansy plucked a small bouquet of wild flowers from the grass, "Come on Vio, we can have fun for a week."

"Look - is that the Gryffindor Triangle?" Draco scrambled up from the ground, and we saw three red figures hurrying across the grass towards-

"Rubus Hagrid's cabin?" I frowned, and Draco became excited:

"They must be doing something against the school rules! This time I'm going to make Potter look good."

"Come on, come on, Draco." I tugged at him, "Did you forget last time? Confinement! I don't want to do it again."

It seemed that the last confinement had left a deep impression on Draco. He couldn't help but shuddered, and fell back on the grass reluctantly, muttering, "Oh, that's enough."

But this time, someone else delivered the news to us.

The temperature is still very high at night, and Pansy and I plan to go back to the dormitory to take a shower, change our clothes and go to dinner.We made an appointment with the boys to meet in the lounge and then we went to the auditorium together.

Pansy and I had a quick shower and hair wash, but girls always have routines—like putting lotion on your hair or something.Just as Pansy and I were dawdling and tidying up and getting ready to go, Greenglass' voice came from the door of the dormitory:

"What big things are they going to do tonight, and what about...'the Sorcerer's Stone'?"

"But, Daphne, they're just first-year students." Burst's timid voice came.

The bedroom door opened, and Daphne Greengrass walked in while talking: "Don't be stupid! That's the Boy Who Lived!"

The next second, she saw us.

"Good evening, Miss Greengrass," I said dryly.

She looked at us in horror, and Burst timidly shrank himself as small as possible.Greenglass' expression gradually turned into anger:

"You—you dare to eavesdrop!"

"An eye for an eye, Miss Glenglass." Pansy drew out her wand and pressed it against her chest, "You know what to do."